“ Baz, I know you must feel like you need to be perfect, as if you can only count if you are, but listen to me, you don't have to be perfect, you don't need to be perfect. No one is. You just need to be your true self. Growing up for you must've been really hard, but if you were strong enough to stand up to your parents about your sexuality, then you're equally strong enough to stand up to their mindset which has been implanted in you”, I said to him as I held him. “ I just don't know how to do that”, he said, cleaning the tears off his eyes. “ You sure do, you just haven't done it. Look, having a panic attack might seem ordinary now, but trust me, it'll have devastating mental health consequences in the future if not properly handled, so you have to try. Tell yourself that you're allowed to make mistakes, that you're allowed to be imperfect, and always remind yourself that it isn't something that you can help, and whenever you feel the need to talk to someone I will always, alw
Back then in middle school, I was always happy to go to school. In fact, I was one of those kids who would probably advocate for extending school days to Saturdays and Sundays - that was just how much I loved going to school. Not because of anything special, but just because of the fact that going to school created a routine for me, and I loved having a routine. I knew that I had to wake up and prepare for school, I had to attend that class and that class, I had to do my assignments after school, study a little, have a good time with dad when he gets back from work, and eventually fall asleep in his arms, only to resume the same routine the next day, and I loved that. But on that faithful day, I was more than happy to get to school, all because I knew that I was going to meet Hazel. I remembered how we had kissed and just the mere thought of it was blowing my mind away. “ Why are you smiling instead of eating?” Dad asked, helping me realize that I was behaving like a patie
The door beeped and opened and Hazel walked in with his bag. I looked up and immediately I saw that he was the one, I turned my gaze away from him, refusing to look at him. He was the reason why Basil didn't want to have a special relationship with me; although Basil was actually very stupid I would say. Like, what does it matter if I'm married to your boss and best friend? We all knew that the union was one of convenience, that we never really personally agreed to get married, so why was he all worked up when even Hazel wouldn't mind if I cheated on him? He walked over to the sitting room and ventured up to his room, making silly noises just in a bid to either gain my attention or to annoy me, and the best option was always the latter. I didn't budge from where I sat, let alone say anything to him. I even acted as if it wasn't a human being that had just walked past me. I stayed there in the sitting room, my eyes fixed on the television even though I wasn't actually w
Hazel's POV I had the most wonderful dream. A type that I had never had. I think sandman stepped up his game in trying to override Santa Claus and other guardians like Jack Frost, Easter Bunny, tooth fairy, and all the others, and trust me, I would give him an eleven out of ten - yes, an extra mark because he really deserved it. The dream felt too real and too good to be true. Quite alright, he had used the image of Hunter in the dream and I would've had a problem with that, but after making me experience an heavenly ecstasy in my sex dream, I ruled out every possible problem there was. The experience was magical. It could certainly be compared to taking a walk in paradise, along the calm river banks of a crystal clear diamond water, where the sands on the shore and shoreline were gold dust. In fact, there was nothing that I could say that would be enough to describe it. It was as Micheal Jackson sang in his song - your love just makes me feel speechless, only that in my
I was never intrigued by African food. Never. From the videos and documentaries I've seen over the years, I had this ideology that their food was a first class shit. Their soups were always slimy like snut, and for some reason it looked like actual shit. Chinese food always paved way for me, and was literally my best when it came to exotic dishes, followed by Korean food, especially their noodles, minus their sushi. That rice wrapped up in plastic vegetable was definitely not something to look forward to. But alas, that ideology I had changed with that single bite. The rice was soft and tender, spicy and hot, also a pure testament of the cook's skills, but apart from that, it was indeed a delicacy. I dived into having more of the food. I saw Hunter cutting out a piece of the peppered chicken and having it at the same time with the rice and I decided to try it out. The chicken was tender and looked very much spicy, not like the usual crunchy chicken I always had from MacD
Hunter's POV My ass was sore, very sore, but even though it felt painful, I woke up with a smile. I tilted on my bed a several times, reimagining all that had happened and smiling sheepishly at myself. The moment Hazel walked into the kitchen naked, I knew that he wanted another taste of my glory hole, and even though I also wanted another taste of his pound of flesh, I tried not to make him notice. The fact that I wore a very short pant with no underwear was just so that if we found the opportunity, then getting into it straight up wouldn't have to be a problem, and just like I had anticipated, it wasn't a problem. But I must say, Hazel is such a monster. Never in the history of having sex have I ever been handled the way he handled me, tearing in with so much will and force, and even though I hated it, I also loved it at the same time. I got up from bed, realizing that I didn't bother to put on some clothes before going to sleep. Still not putting on some clothes, I ven
I removed my seat belt and bent down towards his dick, and putting my mouth to good use, I started sucking. I first started with his crown, fondling it using my tongue, and that almost made him lose control as he staggered to keep his foot on the accelerator. To be sincere, doing there was pretty uncomfortable and unconventional, but just the fun fact of having to do it while he was driving was maddening, and so I continued, pushing everything down my throat as I nearly gagged on it. He tried to steady his driving, and I felt him sway a little, there and there, but he held on, moaning and screaming yes as he drove. When we finally got home he came to stop, and using his hands he brought my face up. We were in the garage and the lights were on, showcasing different cars in their fleets. I never knew that he was doing a car business because if that was just a normal garage, then he'd be very stupid. How could he have so many cars and always stay glued to one car everyday? H
Hazel's POV Mrs Yang was indeed right. Ever since I and Hunter started having sex I've felt less stressed out and more energetic, and the thought of going home was one thing to look forward to because hey, we know what's definitely gonna happen at home - hot sex, either after dinner or before dinner. And talking about dinner, after that crazy incident of Basil walking in on us having sex, I finally took Hunter to the mall, and after he picked up all the things he thought we needed at home, he asked me to pay, and afterwards when we got home, demanded that I would be in charge of buying the groceries or at least, providing the money for them. I had to release one of my credit cards and specifically dedicate it to the purchase of groceries. We weren't the perfect married couple, yes, but at least we've been able to form a communal relationship that works for both of us. We fuck each other, yes, but with no feelings attached. It was known even though it was unspoken between
I started writing again, and this was just a chapter of my most recent book.Chapter OneThe CoreWriter's POV She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, almost outrunning the sun on its journey to the west. She got there, and with the strength of a warrior, jumped over the tall fence in one try. She landed on green carpet grass which spread out to a lake. He stood beside the lake, in all his glory of golden yellow skin and black hair, tied up into a bun. She just stood there, staring at him. Even though she had not unlocked her wolf, she could still feel it nudging her to run to him, to embrace him, but she didn't. The encounter from two days ago was still fresh in her memory, the disdainful look he gave her as he ordered his men to beat her to a pulp was still vivid, making her scared of approaching him. She was of the black race, and he didn't accept her as his mate because of that, and she knew it too well, but still couldn't help looking for him. The strings around her h
Hunter's POV Have you ever closed your eyes? Have you ever stopped to listen? Have you ever felt alive? As if there's nothing missing? As if you don't need a reason, just letting the day go on and on? I felt all that. Everything, anything, all at once. I could say with my full chest that my life was perfect, that I had everything I ever wanted. But all came crashing down when I heard what Mrs Mcman said. Hazel tried to explain but I just didn't want to listen to anything he was going to say. Everything was a lie. The life I had thought I had achieved, the happiness I thought I had found, the fulfillment I thought I had begotten, all of it was a lie, a lie that I had wished I never found out, a lie that had been so perfect, so demure, so fantastic that living in it forever wouldn't be a problem, but alas I found out, and I certainly had to do something. “ Gosh, how could he? I mean, all this while, how on earth could he?” Bryan said, fuming furiously after I had thoroughly exp
Hazel's POV “ We are certainly heading towards a bankruptcy”, I.C corporations financial manager, Mr Kelly had told me on my way to the middle of the week family dinner. “ Look, I told you to calm down, okay? I have everything under control. The company will not go bankrupt”, I said, trying to calm the man on the . other side of the phone who was basically panicking like a pregnant woman whose water just broke. “ You said that a month ago, you also said the same thing a week ago and yet nothing seems to be done with the situation”, he retorted, reminding me of something that had happened between us. “ I have my plans, okay, I do. I just need more time”, I said, bumping up and down a little; Basil must've ran over a speed bump. He was different from others in that aspect. A normal driver would normally slow down when he sees a speed bump, but Basil was sure enough to run over it as if he was racing. “ That plan of yours doesn't seem to notice the fact that we do not have tim
Hazel's POV “ We are certainly heading towards a bankruptcy”, I.C corporations financial manager, Mr Kelly had told me on my way to the middle of the week family dinner. “ Look, I told you to calm down, okay? I have everything under control. The company will not go bankrupt”, I said, trying to calm the man on the . other side of the phone who was basically panicking like a pregnant woman whose water just broke. “ You said that a month ago, you also said the same thing a week ago and yet nothing seems to be done with the situation”, he retorted, reminding me of something that had happened between us. “ I have my plans, okay, I do. I just need more time”, I said, bumping up and down a little; Basil must've ran over a speed bump. He was different from others in that aspect. A normal driver would normally slow down when he sees a speed bump, but Basil was sure enough to run over it as if he was racing. “ That plan of yours doesn't seem to notice the fact that we do not have tim
“ But then, tell me, cause I've always wondered, why did you bully me back then in middle school?” I asked Hazel as we both sat in the sitting room spending quality time together after having a hearty breakfast on a Sunday morning. “ Never have I ever” was the movie going on on the television and it was starting to get a little bit boring. “ Well, actually, remember that night that we uh, kissed in your house?” He started. “ The night of the slumber party?” “ Exactly. So after that incident that happened, not the kiss, the bed wet, I thought you weren't going to tell anyone…..”. “ I didn't tell anyone”, I retorted, cutting him off. “ I know, but back then when I got to school the following Monday, on seeing what was written about it on my locker, I thought that perhaps you had broken your promise and told someone”, his tone was apologetic, but hey, I was still mad. “ Wait, so you literally made my life a living hell in middle school because you thought that I had out
“ But then, tell me, cause I've always wondered, why did you bully me back then in middle school?” I asked Hazel as we both sat in the sitting room spending quality time together after having a hearty breakfast on a Sunday morning. “ Never have I ever” was the movie going on on the television and it was starting to get a little bit boring. “ Well, actually, remember that night that we uh, kissed in your house?” He started. “ The night of the slumber party?” “ Exactly. So after that incident that happened, not the kiss, the bed wet, I thought you weren't going to tell anyone…..”. “ I didn't tell anyone”, I retorted, cutting him off. “ I know, but back then when I got to school the following Monday, on seeing what was written about it on my locker, I thought that perhaps you had broken your promise and told someone”, his tone was apologetic, but hey, I was still mad. “ Wait, so you literally made my life a living hell in middle school because you thought that I had out
I continued with my next chapter, feeling so convinced that I would finish the book in no time.Chapter ThreeEveryone was astonished when the girl who was just hit by a truck came out of the dismantled shop, with spectres of blood but no sight of a physical injury. " I'm finally in heaven!" she shouted at the onlooking crowd, raising both her hands up like a WWE wrestler that just won a major match in WrestleMania. The driver who had hit her had almost peed in his pants, thinking that he might have killed someone, but when she displayed such insanity in full health, he relaxed his mind. " The mad ones are always the strong ones", he said to himself as he walked his enormous potbelly back into his truck and drove off. She continued strolling the streets, wondering when she'll get to meet face to face with God. The people on the street didn't seem like angels; they had no wings, so they must also be inhabitants of heaven. She walked and walked, happy that she could walk, but
The next day, I came up with an idea for the second chapter and I got to writing.Chapter Two Elizabeth had suffered greatly beyond bounds. If suffering was a person, that person would surely be her. She was so unlucky to have been born to an American mother who came to Italy for a vacation, only to fall in love with a man who had her for one night and left her forever, never to be seen again. Her poor mother, a young college student, couldn't bear to sacrifice her life to bring up a child that came about through a one nightstand, and so she tried every possible means to abort the baby before going back to America. After having a surgical procedure at a quack's place, she went back to the states, thinking that she had left everything behind, only to realize about four months later that the little demon was still growing inside of her. All the drugs she took didn't get her out, and even the surgical procedure wasn't enough. She tried more drugs, but the baby was still hellb
A Nigerian artist, I think Davido or David, once said in his song called ‘ Assurance’ that love is sweet, but when money enter, love us sweeter, and to be frank, nothing has ever been more true. That night was a turning point for us in our marriage. We started living like a real couple, with everything we ever wanted. I moved into Hazel's room, having the leverage to as we pleased. Sex was no longer an everyday something, but we never missed sleeping together and cuddling each other, and when we eventually had sex, it wouldn't just be sex, it was always more of like a spiritual bonding, enabling us to see each other at our most vulnerable and love that about ourselves. Another good thing that came with the spice up in our marriage was that I started writing again. Writing was once a childhood passion of mine and I had written quite a number of unpublished books, but then after my inner happiness was rekindled, I resumed writing again. I got a pen and a book, and just sta